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father’s cheeks, in the uncrossing of Marcus’s arms, in the way my mother’s hand moved from her lap to the arm of her chair and gripped it.
Then I slid the blue legal cover across the table.
“You have thirty days to vacate this house.”
My mother gasped. “What?”
“This is an eviction notice. This house belongs to me. I have allowed you to live here rent continue reading …
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